So how was your Day of Love? Mine was pretty fantastic, filled with sugar-laden treats with a side of gluten. In other words: perfection. And that was just at work. Then we went to our small group and some friends from Bosnia brought homemade Bosnian food and DUDE it was good. Really good. Maybe my next vacation will be to Bosnia.
OH WAIT. But then we came home from group and booked our next vacation. And it's not to Bosnia. Not this time. The clear blue waters of the Caribbean harken to me and I must heed their cry. (I should seriously consider going into poetry, no?)
Is there a happier computer screen than one proclaiming that you've booked a vacation? I submit that there is not.
You see that down there at the bottom right? SIX nights, buddy. That's right. Last year we only stayed for five. This year, six. Bigger and better things. Interesting fact: Despite staying for an entire extra day/night, the cost of the package is less than $30 more than what we paid last year. Same resort, same airline, same everything. So now I feel like I'm really getting a great deal. Actually it's probably because we're flying on oddball weekdays or something explainable like that. Or it's because the Caribbean loves me. Either way.
Okay. Enough about my amazing vacation. The true question for today is this: What the heck is the Harlem shake and why are there suddenly a zillion different versions of it this week? What did I miss? I mean, if you Youtube it there are like all these different videos, but none of it really explains to me why it's suddenly blowing up everywhere lately? What tipped it? Why the strange costumes? Matt and I consulted Wikipedia and discovered that the original dance originated in 1981, which is great, but doesn't explain why I've never heard of it til 2013 and suddenly I've heard of it fifty times a day. So, if you care to enlighten a sister...then do it.